Like A Slap In The Face

I was absolutely ecstatic about getting a spinning wheel for my birthday. Kerroan ordered my chosen lovely Kromski Sonata (with a walnut stain) on the 8th. It arrived yesterday. I opened it tonight.

Broken.

I am gutted.

Kerroan’s going to ring up the company he ordered it from tomorrow to get it sorted. Doesn’t help how I’m feeling tonight, though. Defeated, depressed and utterly picked on by the Universe. Doesn’t matter if it’s truth or just whingy melodrama. Sometimes—most times—I feel like I can never have anything nice. Something’s always gotta go wrong, or break, or get stolen, or….

I’m going to bed.